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The shop owner picked up the ID, looked at it carefully, and then looked up to compare it with Zhou Ye's face.
He didn't agree immediately, but remained silent for a few seconds.
"Local residents?"
"I guess so. A teacher at Fujimi Academy."
Zhou Ye answered.
The shop owner pushed the documents back. The controversy surrounding Fujimi Academy had caused quite a stir, with the police and government mobilized, and the news media ordered to shut up and not spread rumors. This shows how deep the water was.
"Things have been a bit turbulent lately, and there are quite a few people buying guns," he muttered, turning around to take two brand-new Beretta M9s from the gun rack behind him and placing them on the counter.
The gun had a cold, metallic sheen.
He bent down again and took out several boxes from under the counter.
"Ammunition, standard rounds, fifty rounds a box. How many do you want?"
"Ten boxes."
Zhou Ye said.
The shop owner raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
He took out the form.
"Sign here, and leave your address and phone number."
Zhou Ye picked up a pen and quickly filled in a fictitious address and number.
Pay, cash.
The shop owner put the guns and ammunition into two separate paper bags.
"Walk slowly."
He lowered his head again and began wiping a revolver.
Zhou Ye carried two rather heavy paper bags and pushed open the door to leave.
jingle--
The wind chimes rang again.
Back in the car, he handed one of the paper bags to Nami.
"Hold it to defend yourself."
Nami took the paper bag, opened it, and glanced inside.
The brand-new Beretta M9 lay quietly inside.
She weighed it in her hand. It was quite heavy. However, to her, this thing was merely decoration; she could perform gem magic and substitution magic. All of this was just for show.
Zhou Ye restarted the car.
This time, the destination is a temporary residence in the suburbs.
The sky gradually darkened.
The atmosphere inside the car remained silent.
The only sounds were the tires rolling over the road and the distant city noise.
They all knew there were "ears" listening inside the car.
Every word, every subtle movement, can be interpreted.
As night completely enveloped Raccoon City, Zhou Ye's car finally slowly approached the inconspicuous two-story building.
It was very quiet around, with only a few houses having their lights on.
Zhou Ye parked the car in the parking space in front of the house.
The engine is turned off.
The two got out of the car.
Zhou Ye walked to the door, took out his key, but did not immediately insert it into the lock.
He paused at the doorway for a moment, listening intently.
The night wind rustled through the leaves.
Apart from that, all was silent.
He then inserted the key and turned it.
Click.
The door lock opens.
He pushed open the door, but instead of going in immediately, he stepped aside to let Nami go in first.
The room was dark.
Zhou Ye followed him inside and closed the door behind him.
He didn't turn on the light.
He stood silently for a few seconds in complete darkness.
The ability of [Fragment of the Herrscher of the Void] is activated silently.
Like the most sophisticated radar, the invisible waves swept across every corner of the house in an instant.
Hidden inside the inconspicuous smoke detector on the living room ceiling is a pinhole camera, with the lens pointing directly at the sofa area.
A miniature microphone is attached to the edge of the sofa base.
The power outlet next to the bookshelf was also replaced with a model that has a listening function.
Even the kitchen chandelier socket had a listening device tucked inside.
[As expected. Very meticulous planning, Takashiro Soichiro.]
Zhou Ye's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
He reached out and pressed the switch on the wall.
pat.
The living room lights came on, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the simple furniture and furnishings.
Everything looks exactly the same as when they left.
"Finally home."
Zhou Ye let out a long sigh, his voice carrying just the right amount of fatigue and relaxation.
It felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
He casually placed the paper bag in his hand on the cabinet in the entryway.
Na 940 also cooperated by taking off her coat and hanging it on the hanger.
She rubbed her shoulders, a look of lingering fear on her face.
"I'm so tired today. That Principal Gao Cheng is really scary."
Her voice trembled, as if she still felt lingering fear when she thought about it.
"He had a stern face, asking all sorts of questions, as if we had committed some heinous crime!"
"It's best to stay away from those important figures in the future."
Zhou Ye nodded in agreement.
"Yes, we just want to live a peaceful life."
He walked to the sofa and sat down.
As he spoke, the abilities of [Herrscher of Reason] and [Talking Tom Fragment] quietly activated.
There are no lighting effects or energy fluctuations.
Almost instantly, two figures appeared in the living room.
One of them sat in the spot where Zhou Ye had just been, his face bearing the same weariness.
Another walked towards the kitchen, muttering, "I'm so thirsty, I need to find some water."
Their clothing, appearance, and even subtle habits and movements are exactly the same as the real Zhou Ye and Nami.
A perfect replica of the fake Honkai energy.
In a realm undetectable by surveillance equipment, the real Zhou Ye, holding Nami's hand, experienced an extremely subtle distortion in the space around their bodies.
Like ripples on water, the two disappeared silently from the spot.
in the living room.
"Zhou Ye" and "Nami" continue their performance.
Zhou Ye leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.
Nami was rummaging through cups in the kitchen, making a soft clinking sound.
From the perspective of the eavesdropper, everything is normal.
After experiencing shock and questioning, the target returned to what he considered a safe home, lowered his guard, began to complain, and prepared to rest.
The other side of the gate to the imaginary space.
The light changed abruptly.
Zhou Ye and Nami appeared in a luxuriously decorated and spacious study.
The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes mixed with the aroma of old books.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the night view of Raccoon City's affluent neighborhood.
In the center of the study, behind the mahogany desk, Yuriko Takashiro was holding a cup of black tea and looking at a document.
She clearly did not expect anyone to intrude into her private space in this way.
The teacup wobbled slightly, and a few drops of reddish-brown liquid splashed onto the document.